just my twisted way of reaching out for help.
but in the world's eyes, i am condemned.
i need to leave this place.
to linger here in Your presence.
because nothing feels more right than this.
a drawing.
the orange glow and rows of grey.
the lure with a promise of revelation and rejoicing, sweetness and embracing.
where more than two gather, inviting.
our chorus into a holding above, a sweet sweet sound.
come, come and walk among us.
only then, will we walk out different.
the new year beckons.
with it will come new visions and promises.
on a hill far away stood an old rugged cross
the emblem of suffering and shame
and i love that old cross where the dearest and best
for a world of lost sinners was slain.
perfection at 8:14 PM
